"Huh? Try what?" Pei Muchan was confused.
"Let's see how many people are cursing me; it's a good opportunity to catch this wave of traffic," Xu Qingyan said unexpectedly, "I can't bring positive reviews, only more negative ones."
"No matter what the evaluations are, as long as they can disperse that batch of comments quickly. Positive or negative doesn't matter, the focus won't be on you but on me."
Hearing this, Pei Muchan immediately felt somewhat displeased.
"I can just have my fans help cover it up, there's no need for you to do this."
"No need, you even casually promoted your song release," Xu Qingyan said, "Wasting your popularity on something like this isn't worth it."
He didn't know why Pei Muchan never operated a fan circle; not knowing the reason, he respected it. Besides, having fans disperse comments wasn't a good method.
It meant having to switch accounts and repurchase, which was essentially consuming the fans' enthusiasm for Pei Muchan. She definitely wouldn't like to do such a thing, so naturally, Xu Qingyan wouldn't suggest it.
"It's just a bit of popularity, nothing to worry about," Pei Muchan said with self-mocking laughter, "It's common for newcomers to replace the old in the music scene, whether there is a future or not is still uncertain."
"Then I really hope there is a future," he said earnestly.
Pei Muchan was stunned for a moment, feeling her cheeks suddenly heat up; her fickle thoughts took a turn in her chest, then she realized he was referring to a future with "Qing Tian."
Her eyelashes fluttered nonstop; she didn't know how to cover up her roller-coaster-like emotions at that moment. It was like the early spring willow branches that had sprouted, swaying in the cold wind before shrinking back.
"What do you plan to do? Record a song?"
"No," Xu Qingyan thought for a moment, "Let's just record a video directly tomorrow, an acoustic guitar version of 'Qing Tian.' You'll have to play the guitar though; I can't play and can only pretend."
"Okay."
In the night, the black Audi left the tech park slowly and steadily.
In the dim car interior, neither of them spoke.
Lately, Lin Wanzhou had been responding to messages at odd hours, either at three in the morning or around four or five. His photos were always taken on a car, or upon arrival at some city.
After some thought, he searched the chat history with the keyword: company, revealing several messages, "Today Sister Yun quarreled with the company executives," "The company says don't even think about terminating the contract in two months."
"I can't wait two months, the company is lining up an exhausting schedule," "I'm considering early termination, might have to pay the company a huge sum."
"The company is getting too much, Sister Yun is talking about early termination."
Xu Qingyan knew Lin Wanzhou was considering early contract termination, probably because he couldn't take it anymore. The latest message was sent at six in the morning.
Lin Wanzhou sent him a photo of dawn, taken in Nanhuai City.
His replies to Lin Wanzhou were mostly consoling, followed by sharing some random photos. With his agent Wen Yun there, it wasn't his place to give advice.
He sent a few messages and offhandedly tossed a few questions he didn't quite understand to her. After sending, he dillydallied a bit before heading straight to bed.
Waking up around eight o'clock, he groped for his phone in a daze.
He glanced at the comments for "Qing Tian," noticing their sluggish growth. The bad reviews had fermented overnight, significantly impacting the song's sales.
The studio would start dealing with it once they opened for the day.
First, he exercised in the home gym, then rushed to have breakfast before driving off, receiving a fresh message from Lin Wanzhou.
"The contract discussion isn't going smoothly; they never really considered termination. There are issues with the contract too, Sister Yun said termination could mean wasting all my efforts these past years."
He saw the message but didn't reply, continuing to drive until he reached the tech park parking lot. After turning off the engine, he typed a long message to reply to Lin Wanzhou but then deleted it after a second thought.
Pausing, Xu Qingyan decided to send a voice message instead.
"Whatever decision you make in the end, I support you."
Lately, things just hadn't been going well, with both of his main supporters running into trouble. He used to think about growing the business and achieving new successes, and now life just felt fucking ridiculous.